I am so inconsistent in blogging nowadays. It just takes too much effort to make a good blog. It’s the AP English student in me, I know it. There’s an incessant need in that guy to make every new entry sound like a Gerosolimo definition essay. I remember in junior high, I’d spend hours perfecting and meticulously tweaking each paragraph. I was the Bernini of blogging, I! But they all ended up sounding like castoffs from some Sarah McLachlan catalogue anyway. And not to mention that blogging always landed me into some sort of trouble. But I’m sure I deserved that.
And now, I’ve spent so much time focusing on how to intelligently bitch about blogging I have no idea what I was supposed to bitch about in the first place. I swear…